|ASSIMILATE.|
The moment Achilles uttered the command, Cataclysm's Heart trembled.
The gravity near it imploded, the runes that laced its surface flaring with ancient light. The forge, the core of the Dwarf Star, everything blurred into a singularity of force converging onto the hammer.
Streams of radiant crimson-gold threads burst outward from it, spinning and wrapping around Achilles' body like cosmic serpents. They sank into his skin, his bones, his blood, as his Adrastia Bloodline roared in ecstasy.
…!
This was not an ordinary Assimilation.
It was not like taking land, life, or even Celestbone.
This was the forge of a generation.
The craft of an empire.
This was Cataclysm's Heart, and it did not yield easily.
Achilles' body trembled as his veins lit up like rivers of light, his cells trembling, his bones groaning under the weight of the assimilation.
